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anonymous asked:

Hiya, any prompts for a character that finds it hard to open up to people and doesn't divulge much information about themselves?

“If you don’t let them close, they can’t hurt you.”

“I never saw the point in letting people see me being vulnerable.”

“None of this is your business. Nothing about me is your business.”

“It’s a thin line of ‘I don’t know you well enough to divulge my secrets to you’ and ‘I can’t get to know you well enough if I don’t’.” 


Serious Author: Ah, this scene appears disjointed due to the lack of interior character thought and environment description, therefore I shall endeavor to correct these shortcomings and ground my characters more effectively in time and space.

me: eh. maybe I should - write better.

Stereotyped vs Nuanced Characters and Audience Perception

Writing with color receives many questions regarding the stereotypes Characters of Color and their story lines may possess.

There’s a difference between having a three-dimensional character with trait variance and flaws, versus one who walks the footsteps of a role people of their race/ethnicity are constantly put into. Let’s discuss this, as well as how sometimes, while there’s not much issue with the character, a biased audience will not allow the character to be dimensional.

But first: it’s crucial to consider the thinking behind your literary decisions.

Trace your Logic 

When it comes to the roles and traits you assign your characters, it’s important to ask yourself why you made them the way they are. This is especially true for your marginalized characters.

So you need an intimidating, scary character. What does intimidating look like on first brainstorm? Is it a Black man, large in size or presence? (aka a Scary Black Man) A Latino with trouble with the law? If so, why?

Really dig, even as it gets uncomfortable. You’ll likely find you’re conditioned to think of certain people in certain roles on the spot.

It’s a vicious cycle; we see a group of people represented a certain way in media, and in our own works depict them in the way we know. Whether you consciously believe it’s the truest depiction of them all or not, we’re conditioned to select them for these roles again and again. Actors of Color report on being told in auditions they’re not performing stereotypical enough and have been encouraged to act more “ethnic.” 

This ugly merry-go-round scarcely applies to (cis, straight) white people as they are allowed a multitude of roles in media. Well, then again, I do notice a funny trend of using white characters when stories need a leader, a hero, royalty, a love interest…

Today’s the day to break free from this preconditioned role-assigning.

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I always have this AU scenario in my head that i want written so badly.

Where Cas plays the piano, except Dean doesn’t know that he can because Cas told him that the Piano in his living room belonged to his mother, and that Gabriel use to play in her absence but eventually stopped after he finished high school. Though never mentioning that Cas himself could play too.

But one day when Dean goes by to visit, he comes in without knocking as he usually would, and he hears a familiar melody coming from the living room, and his heart almost stops because his mum use to play this song for him when he was little.

He follows the sound through the hallway, with shallow breathes of disbelief and finally coming to a stop when he walks into the room, staring at Cas’ back. Cas, who’s playing a song he hasn’t heard since he was seven years old. Cas, who until now, hasn’t mentioned that he can even play the damn piano.

Before Dean even realizes it, he’s standing behind him, watching Cas’ fingers move expertly over the keys so gracefully, as the familiar song is softly playing in the room around him. 

Dean’s throat tightens and there’s a horrible prickling at his eyes because he can’t stop seeing his Mother’s face, smiling down at him, playing his song. He never knew the name of it, he didn’t need to know then.

And now it’s Cas playing it, and Dean suddenly feels a surge of affection towards him that almost makes him let out a sob.

He hears the tune slip a little, and he blinks away his mother’s face, wondering what made Cas falter in his expert playing, and notices he had placed his hand on Cas’ shoulder. But not even a second passes before Cas continues as if the slip never happened, and Dean can’t bring himself let go of him now, afraid that if he makes a move, he’ll do something stupid, like pull Cas away from the piano and cling to him, probably cry too. He can’t do that. He needs to hear the full song.

Dean never takes his eyes away from Cas’ hands, even as his vision blurs, but he ignores them, blinking away to make sure to watch how the music is composed from Cas’ fingertips. All until the notes slow further until there’s nothing but Dean’s shaky breath filling the silence, and Dean is still standing there, probably looking utterly wrecked if he goes by how flushed he feels. But he still doesn’t move. He still has his hand on Cas’ shoulder, but Cas doesn’t say anything, doesn’t move either.

“Cas.” He chokes out.

A warm hand covers his, and Dean relaxes at the touch.

“Of Foreign Lands and People.” Cas says to him softly. “That’s the name of the song.”

He doesn’t know what to say, can’t think of anything good enough.

Instead, he tightens his grip Cas’ shoulder and Dean lets out a shaky breath when Cas returns the squeeze to his hand. “Thank you.” He whispers.

“I know, Dean.”

This is the song Cas plays btw 

It’s very pretty.

An au where the main character’s secret identity is known to literally everyone but their parents and every time they try to convince their parents that they’re the person who’s been causing the big fuss around town, their parents just brush it off as a joke.


Inspired by @claricechiarasorcha‘s amazing fic Escape Velocity.

Brendol Hux Jr., only son of a former First Order commandant who sold out to the New Republic, struggles to find a means of advancement in a political world that rejects his Imperial pedigree at every turn.Then he meets Ben “Call me Kylo” Solo, Jedi school dropout, and the trajectory of both their spiralling lives cannot be but irrevocably altered.

is there a fic out there where tony is trying to buy some time for the avengers to initiate a plan so his idea is to try and flirt with thanos, to throw him off guard enough so he wont notice what the others are doing

but then it turns out that thanos has heard all about his ‘merchant of death’ moniker so he’s,,, all about that so the distracting is definitely working but now tony has to deal with thanos trying to get it on w/ him

and then thanos is all, let us compare our body count, you must have killed so many to get a wonderful name like that! and tony is just hahaha…. yeah. yeah i have (and thanos is giving him heart eyes while tonys trying not to cry)

hux: You shouldn’t disparage my skills in war, Ren.  I’ll have you know that I excelled in the battle simulations at the Academy


Blanket Burrito

“Percy. Psst, Percy.” Annabeth curled her hand over her boyfriend’s shoulder and shook him gently. When he didn’t respond, she shook him not so gently. “Percy.”

He mumbled something unintelligible, turning his head away from her and smearing his cheek through the small puddle of drool on his pillow.

Annabeth sighed exasperatedly and punched him in the arm. “Percy!”

“Whaimawake!” He sat bolt upright, Riptide in his hand, blearily looking around the room for the threat. 

She allowed herself a second to be impressed with his reflexes before saying, “You’ve taken all the blankets.”

He slowly turned his attention to her, blinking a few times. His mouth was open and he looked like he was about to drop back onto the pillow without another word, but eventually he frowned and asked, “What?”

“The blankets,” she said, gesturing to the blankets pooled in his lap. She grabbed the closest edge and flipped it up, demonstrating how thoroughly he’d managed to roll himself up in them, leaving none for her. “You’ve taken all of them.”

“Just take them back, then,” he grumbled, looking thoroughly put out.

She wouldn’t blame him, if this wasn’t his fault in the first place.

“I tried, but you’ve made herself a blanket burrito. There was no way I could unroll you from that.” 

He stared dumbly down at the blankets, seemingly uncomprehending. Just when Annabeth was about to lose all patience and push him off the bed, Percy mumbled, “Sorry.”

“It’s fine,” she said, pushing her hair off her face with the back of her hand. “Just - roll over, would you, so I can get some blanket and we can both go back to sleep.”

He clumsily rolled onto his side, lifting his hips so that she could tug the blankets out from under. She hadn’t bothered to turn any lights on, so they were doing this in the dark, and it was an entirely uncoordinated affair. 

“You’re still sitting on it!” she growled, pulling violently at a corner.

“I’m not! You’re just pulling the wrong bit!”

“No, would you just - oh, get off it -”

With a great, inconvenienced sigh, Percy rolled over in the other direction - and landed flat on top of Annabeth.

“There,” he said, voice muffled by her collarbone. “I’m off the blankets. Happy?”

“You’re squashing me,” she complained, pushing at his shoulders and then his sides.

He didn’t budge. “Who needs a blanket when you’ve got a Percy?” His voice was starting to slur, the ends of his words blurring into the start of the next, and Annabeth curled her toes and tried to push him off of her before he became a completely dead weight.

“No, Percy, don’t fall asleep on me!”

He lifted his head slightly and pressed a sloppy kiss to her cheek. She stuck her tongue out and wiped the drool away, swiping her hand across his shoulder to get rid of it entirely.

“Here, Annabeth,” he said drowsily. He moved against her side for a few moments before the comforting weight of the blankets were draped over the top of her. “I gotcha blankets for you.”

Thank you,” she said happily, snuggling down under the covers and into his side. “I don’t understand how you sleep all curled up like - oh.”

She fell silent as Percy draped an arm over her chest, pulling her in close to his side. He nuzzled his face into her shoulder, planting a soft, open mouthed kiss on the exposed skin before taking a deep breath in and a shallow breath out.

A warm comfortable feeling spread from Annabeth’s stomach all the way through her body. She felt him breathing against her neck and smiled into the dark. Because even if he was definitely going to drool all over her, he’d been right - she didn’t really need a blanket when she had Percy.

Headcanon: at the wedding, Victor and Yuri (or just Victor) throw the bouquet. Phichit catches it and turns, immediately meeting Seung-gil’s eyes. Seung-gil gets this look. “Fuck no.” Phichit gets this look. “Oh fuck yes.” He had lightly been crushing on him before but now it’s FATE.

Spends the next year chasing Seung-gil around the world. Supports the fuck out of him at competitions. Always sends him the cutest little stuffed animals for the kiss and cry. Actually cries when Seung-gil places he’s so happy for him. He always crashes practices trying to get Seung-gil to dance with him.

At Leo and Guang Hong’s wedding, Seung-gil ends up SOMEHOW catching the bouquet (more like Leo punted it at his face). PHICHIT MADE DAMN SURE HE WAS RIGHT THERE.

THEY get married the next year. Live happily ever after. The Squad is complete and happy. Leo and Guang Hong lowkey high five whenever they see these two DORKS kiss.

The End.

(Bonus: Yurio and Otabek marry three years later. It’s the lamest wedding. Lasts like ten minutes before Yurio tells everyone to fuck off. But these losers are happy so The Squad doesn’t care. Victor does. He’s pissed. He wanted Yurio to ride in on a horse. Yuri tells him not every skaters wedding can be as crazy cool as theirs was. Yuri and Victor get married AGAIN bc Victor is so upset by the snooze fest Yurio’s wedding was)

Colors [Armitage Hux x Reader]

Summary: The reader is a Knight of Ren and Kylo’s closest friend. She is introduced to General Hux who immediately falls in love with her.

Word Count: 5000+

Warnings: Starkiller Base is used for its intended purpose.

To say that General Hux was irritated when he learned that there would be another Knight of Ren joining the crew of Starkiller Base would be an understatement. The general was distraught. Already, the Knights had cost him more than he was willing to pay in both credits and sanity. Their master had no respect for order and was, in Hux’s opinion, the initiator of every major issue on the Base.

The tone of Ren’s voice when he told Hux about his pupil was arrogant and completely insufferable. Hux had wanted to punch him in the throat. Yet, Supreme Leader Snoke had insisted that this girl was brought in. Hux could not argue, but he could refuse to meet this girl upon her arrival. He took that one liberty he was offered.

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